Usually, I use writing as a way to figure out things about me, and I get scared pretty easily about everything. I deal with a lot of depression, so I usually use it as way to find some relief from that.
I think it's an impulse for human beings to want to suffer less, and we're kind of addicted to comfort at all costs - at least, I am.
I've got a quiet voice. I think it's because as a child I didn't speak very much. I used to put my fingers in my ears to feel the silence, which was like a lovely trickling motion in my head.
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
I'm always looking for the comfiest place to lie down, like a cat.
When my dad died, I developed a nervous habit. He was very shy and quiet, and I was like him.
If I can get a sanitized version of reality, I'll take it.
The very longing for contentment that ought to drive us to simplicity of life and labors of love contents itself instead with the broken cisterns of prosperity and comfort.
People keep planning their lives searching security and comfort. This silence is the only security I know those who can understand will understand.
The stomach is the only part of man which can be fully satisfied. The yearning of man's brain for new knowledge and experience and for more pleasant and comfortable surroundings never can be completely met. It is an appetite which cannot be appeased.
We are pre-disposed for fantasy, there is a natural impulse for human beings to want to get off their heads or out of their heads in something in a substance or a drink or an idea or a religion which will comfort them and make life exciting.
When we have emotional pain in our lives, we are going to seek to relieve that pain in some way.
I have daddy issues. So I keep tissues on me at all times.
I fidget and change my outfit a lot. It's really a way of keeping myself comfortable.
'Comfy,' that's one of the worst words! I just picture a woman feeling bad, with a big bottle of alcohol, really puffy. It's really depressing, but she likes her life because she has comfortable clogs.
I used to like to break into other people's houses and sit in their rooms. I found it very comforting to be in someone's empty house.
Basically, I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels.
I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.
He used to sit on my lap. I was sort of ambivalent about that. He was surviving any way he could.
I'm an only child, and so I over-rely on my friends to lend their support.
Colin had always preferred baths; one of his general policies in life was never to do anything standing up that could just as easily be done lying down
I'm a painter, I'm an artist. I take things too far sometimes. I really need some comfort.
When I am in a hotel, and I turn off the lights and the TV, I just freak out. I turn the TV back on and don't get any sleep.
When I'm at home, I'm a real big cuddler, so I sleep with my dog in my arms.
The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is push my dog off of me. He likes to sleep on top of me. I think it's because I'm warm and breathing.
